domingo, 25 de novembro de 2018

VIDEO DIB DUCK

https://youtu.be/oix-CP6gKLc

D I B * D U C K. GRAFITE NA RUA DA BALSA.







Mixture of race and color

I am Brazilian a mixture of race and color
I'm Italian, Portuguese and black felt dolor.

I'm not black or white, I'm what I am
Neither Asian nor European, Brazilian I am

We are not just a nation insane
It was here that he invented the plane
Where Niermyer designed a city
Humanity's cultural heritage, we want dignity.

I am Brazilian a mixture of race and color
I'm Italian, Portuguese and black felt dolor.

This is the country of the future
It is not the third world here sure.
There's just so much trickster, immoral.
Who only works after the carnival.

We're not afraid to fight.
This country is our home, right.
Let's defend ourselves from the sky until bottom of the sea
Vila Lobos will inspire us with your idea.

I'm Brazilian a mixture of race and color
I'm Italian, Portuguese, and black felt dolor.

I sing the hymn with my hand in my heart.
Want to understand our history, just insert.
A coin without emotion to corruption
That's why it's Penta champion.

With Brazilians there is no one who can
Be it in samba or Bossa Nova, yes man.
Infinite rhythms, rich in culture
Here we live a great mixture

I'm Brazilian a mixture of race and color
I'm Italian, Portuguese, and black felt dolor.

Dib

domingo, 18 de novembro de 2018

Blind beauty- - Beleza cega.

Grafite na tela


Grafite na rua Valdemar Martins.




Blind beauty

Beauty is blind and unfair.
True love let white my hair.
Who falls in love with beauty is weak.
Cannot find the soul that seeks

Only after a break in the stars
Uncertainty Appears
The clarity that a beauty
Brings a curse and a certainty


It is disproportionate and jealous
That symmetry that makeup zealous.
The facial expression of irony no lid
The moral of the anatomy that hid

The fibrous tissue friendly and sincere
Speaking politely even if severe
Correctly and not offending
Sincere conversation never ending

To a good understanding
Half word is enough, so not screaming.
Do not confuse dissatisfaction
With misunderstanding

Beauty is a certainty displeasure.
Certainty that in nature.
Everything comes from a seed
Beauty is consequent, but I need.

Who falls in love with a beauty in a relationship?
Don´t know the truth of a heart, but want keep.

Do not switch channel
It's just another commercial.

Dib


sábado, 17 de novembro de 2018

Blue underwear


Grafite em tela

Dib e Esbongaroto.

Grafite na av. Conselheiro Moreira de Barros, em frente ao Supermercado Andorinha.



Tree

In nature until the tree is balanced.
Growing distributing and balanced.
Harmonizing your branches and rooting.
She's a tightrope player, isn´t dreaming.

Life is a seed this is sublime.
That fecundates and grows in time.
It stays in the sun, in the rain without movement.
Fighting against the wind on pavement.

Nature architect and ingenious.
Thus it ages and grows with cautions.
Giving sweet and tasty fruit too.
What does not tear you down strengthens you


If it does not give fruit gives hope.
A good shade and a twig to put a rope.
A swing for a child or just read.
In his shadow, I lie down and spread.

Evolving in the same place without foot.
There’s always someone wanting to boot.
Thinking of taking you somewhere else.
Trying shameless, trying erase.

Trying to root again without crying.
Reborn without dying.
But if this happens, so free.
Your body a boat can be.

Dib.

domingo, 11 de novembro de 2018

- Two in one - Dois grafites em um


Two in one


Grafite na avenida Zaki Narchi


Grafite no muro da estação de trem da cidade de  Maua. 




Two in one

Doing Your Wills, But You're Crazy
Do not laugh at my joke and I’m not lazy.
You live by putting words in my mouth.
Getting angry for nothing every month

Imagining thoughts that do not exist
Stubborn, without proof still insists
Egocentric, deny me a kiss every day.
Kiss is not denied in any way

Asking about numbers that tore
Who's calling, don´t say it´s some store.
Fight with your own shadow
Screams and cries let´s you down.

Ignored, she's lost the mind health
I don´t like controlling myself
I control myself and it let´s me sick.
Fruitcake is the flavor your lipstike

What causes you a trauma?
Soul also evolves, but need comma.
Every experience has a reason
Good taste is a gift of life son.
Like said my mom.

I do not stop, I be restless in this igloo.
I do not like being annoyed too
There is an insect in the glass.
Bird that eats stone knows the beak it has


Offender is free at sunrise 
Love has a price
This is a cheating using dress.
The kiss has an address


Dib.



sexta-feira, 2 de novembro de 2018

I gave you my eyes, my soul and my blood, but it was little.

Painting on scrren 


Grafiti in Street 


Tears of Stars

Life is not exactly as you wanted it to be.
Even so, it is still life and would not be
The sorrows I laughed with great joy
Everything that happened I did poetry, boy

Living is a magic and synergy
Believing in hope give me energy
The lucid I believe and don´t drop.
Just smile to makes this sadness stop

Turning tears into stars
Memories and uncertainties wars.
The agony of pain not is toy
Leaving only wisdom and joy

The experience of living in this sphere
Envy and love is not ionosphere.
We celebrate, but dissent, now wait.
Joy comes from where you least expect it.

I do not judge not to be judged
Always looking for a culpried.
I'm educated and not spoiled
I'm just a little lasted.

My father is the street, where I was educated.
Where the lights of the stars she overshadowed
The streets educated me, it was not school
So I learned to defend myself, but was cool.

I'm looking for an answer to a question
There is no one who listens to me in my oration.
Only the stars respond with brilliance
The tears of the sky, is the sigil of her radiance.

Dib